Quilt Penobska Oakwalk
And oh, you look at me
As if I was another side of the game
The unknown known
We always seem, seem to play with confidence
And oh the bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
And why you said to me, why should we try
Why should we try to make anew
When we could be intoxicated by this ordinary turn again
And oh that bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
Do you remember when
When you shook or when you felt a rising tide
From within before the cross
From the place where our child resides
And oh that bricks they fall
The bricks they fall on Penobska
Tripping on the bricks in the light of another snow
You hand me a gift, a trade of I don't know why
I've been packing bombs for a man in an idle tower
Who traded this land for a open hand of flowers
How did we get so
Language deflated the zeppelin of the cautious
How did we get so
And now we return through the means of our destruction
